Not Just for Summer. Board shorts and bikinis maybe the norm for stand up paddleboard attire. However they are not the only attire for stand up paddeboarding. With the stand up paddling hitting global audiences. Not everyone has the luxury to paddle in warm tropical waters beside the palm trees. …

Hospitality at it’s Finest. Boat full of gas. Cooler filled. And iced. And the warm waters of the east coast of Florida. Calling. Last week I spent sometime with some great friends. Who like many others in this community. Took me in their home and under their wing. We visited …

Paddling into the Past. The picturesque Cypress tree lining the banks. Accompanied by the sprawling Live Oak Trees. Spanish moss waving in the winds. As if they were hands greeting us. Great Blue Herons perching on the branches, peering down on us. Upon each paddle stroke, the stained water moving …

Freedom to Roam. No real ties holding me to one place for too long. A few meetings set up to see friends, talk a little business and get on the water. For the last 34 days, this has been my world. Nomadic. As some my call it. To me just …

Surrounded by Nature. The soft, gentle sounds of water rolling against the side of the board. As each paddle stroke moves us along. The fresh, clean air hits our face and awakes the senses. And the sites that pass before our eyes replicate that of a National Geographic documentary. Time …

To be Thankful. A day which we all are reminded why we are thankful. Thanksgiving. As I sit here writing this could not be more true. Just shy of a year ago I packed my things up. And left my cozy Southern California residence. Leaving behind friends, memories and three …

Florida’s waterways. The plush greenery all around. Songs from the birds in the trees. As they peer down on me as I paddle by. I nestle myself behind the protection of the land. And toss a cast out onto the water. Florida fully surrounded by water. As it thumb lake …

Beach Days. Giggles. Little voices. The warmth of the Florida sun. And sand that looks more like sugar than beach sand. It is an annual trip. One that started a few years back. Six years ago. Friends. Family. All gathering in Siesta Key. For a relaxing time. Together. Family Dinner. …

On the Road. The steam rolls off my hot cup of coffee. The sun still hiding beneath the cloak of darkness called night. As my car begins to warm. And my headlight blaze through the darkness like that of a head light of a miner. I gaze down and the …

Fall in New England. Humid warm air rolls through the house. The leaves rustle as the stiff breeze blows. Some fall to the ground. Yellows. Reds. Oranges. And a few green. It is fall here in New England. But an unseasonably warm one. Change. Growing up on the lake. Fall …